Widowed <br />A bundle of fire wood <br />At the market place, she sold <br />Her baby son, would be fed <br />Educated and sheltered. <br />Margerittea, now old, <br />Her baby son, grown, he had, <br />Her security, she had hoped <br />Lo! He, now man, a drunkard <br />Margerittea, still a bundle of firewood <br />She sold <br />This man! She fed <br />A night there was no food <br />The man, always a drunkard <br />Margerittea, he butchered <br />Margarittea, he cried <br />Searching for food <br />Margerittea, we wailed <br />A life without reward.<br /><br />Charles Jagongo Ogola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/margerittea-he-butchered-her/
